Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Television,
The Saints,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.